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Chapter Ninety-one The isolated bridge where the van was relocated was filled with underbrush and tall grasses. Trees with thick trunks surrounded it and only half a mile away, the entrance of Basenville forest could be seen. It was too remote that no one seem to dare to come across that bridge. No wonder why the folks from Kinsley PD had a hard time following the bootprints on the ground, the place was too large to cover, it would defintely take a lot of men to achieve that. But still, with all the efforts they had invested, the trail turned up as a dead-end. The bootprints stopped at one certain spot in the forest and they suspected that the killer could have taken off his shoes or switched it off with something that won't register its prints on the mud. Whatever the reason may be, th

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